He’s ten years old hanging on every corner
The scene is lethal, evil, unbelievable, like no otha’
chalk traces of his brotha’ in the thought of a mourner
shells from the bullets that were dumped on her scourner
all from the past years, selling dope is his only option?
No hope for the next grade, no next phase, just hell
No hope for college
His mentality sloppy
“Im gone get this money and who gone stop me”
Get rich or die trying to be like the other ballers ballin’
his heart turns colder as he walks past that yellow caution
knowing anyday his roof could be replaced with the top of a coffin
his consciences tossed like mcdonalds salad his momma bought when,
fighting cancer, thinking it’ll make her stronger as she fought
but before she off’d
herself, she forgot that all she taught em (was)
pulling on every trigger,
blasting on every n****,
Just another brown colored figure,
trying to make his money bigger
Is it this kids’ fault,
how he was abused and raised
how he Came out of the stomach with a drugs and guns in his face
how he came into a world, rights according to race
if he could change the noun
person thing or a place
press rewind on the tape
taking back every rape
taking back watching his brother, father and mother
get killed right in his face
taking back all of the negativity he learned watching television
Back to where it all started
No heaven, no hell, no guns, no drugs, no others, no prison.
Written By Terrence Brooks
